Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Namibia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Iggy Pop to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Country Teasers. All the underground hits.
All Slick Rick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Misunderstood record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Liliput,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cameo,
Moss Icon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Popol Vuh,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Susan Cadogan,
Echospace,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lindisfarne,
Mr. Review,
Public Image Ltd.,
Wolf Eyes,
Suicide,
The Martian,
The Golliwogs,
David Bowie,
Dorothy Ashby,
Newcleus,
Jeff Lynne,
Dual Sessions,
Peter and Kerry,
Altered Images,
China Crisis,
Country Teasers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Vogues,
The Kinks,
Deakin,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Cal Tjader,
Yellowson,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dead Boys,
Kenny Larkin,
Interpol,
Tears for Fears,
Yaz,
Glenn Branca,
The American Breed,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
New Order,
X-101,
Bluetip,
Tres Demented,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Real Kids,
Archie Shepp,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade, Youth Brigade.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.